SPLIT SECOND

I FEEL THE PRESSURE OF YOUR GRIP

THE TINY ARM THE CONTOUR LIP

THE FLESH AND BLOOD THE SOUL THE SPARK

A VOICE THAT JUDDERS IN THE DARK

THE OTHER WORLD IN WHICH WE EXIST

BEHIND THE SHADOWS THERE LIES THE GLITCH

WE ARE CONNECTED BY A WIRE THAT BURNS WITH VOLTAGES AND FIRES

I WANT YOU TO CRASH THIS CAR

TO FEEL WHAT I FEEL

I WANT YOU TO CRASH IT

TAKE YOUR HANDS OFF THE WHEEL

RESIST DENY THE SPLIT SECOND WHEN YOU LIE

RESIST DENY THE SPLIT SECOND THEN WE DIE

DRIPPING POISON FROM THEIR WRISTS

IT STAINS THE JEALOUSY ASSISTS

YOU SPREAD THE RUMOUR NOT THE FACT

YOU’VE GOT KNIVES AND NEEDLES AT YOUR BACK

YOU SAID I SMILED

THE INNER CHILD NOW REWRITTEN AND REVILED

I SAY YOU LIED AT LEAST WE TRIED

NOW WE MUST DECIDE

I WANT YOU TO CRASH THIS CAR

TO FEEL WHAT I FEEL

I WANT YOU TO CRASH IT

TAKE YOUR HANDS OFF THE WHEEL